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fish eggs, fish eggs, roly-poly fish eggs

Saturday has become miscellaneous errand day since I’m working again. Today I went to the library to renew Hearts in Atlantis — working also means less time to read — and turn in Perfect Murder, Perfect Town: JonBenét and the City of Boulder. That one was interesting, because Lawrence Schiller wasn’t trying to sell his personal pet theory of the murder, just presenting the facts. Which means I still have no fucking clue who killed JonBenét Ramsey. I guess it will never be solved. If it was Patsy Ramsey (there is no single case on record of a mother garrotting her child, ever), she’s already dead.

I also checked out an awesome commemorative edition of pretty much every story H.P. Lovecraft ever wrote, it’s called (of course) The Necronomicon and has a leather cover with a be-tentacled Cthulhu stamped in silver. The librarian gave me the hairy eyeball, because everyone who works at that library is Super Catholic and also dumber than a sack of hair. The Necronomicon isn’t a real thing, people! It’s just a word that Lovecraft made up and that every writer/filmmaker has been ripping off since in homage!!

What was funny is there was a deeply weird poster hanging right behind her. It was your standard “Make waves!” slogan, exorting kids to read during their summer vacay; but the illustration was this like, robed, fiercesome Ram Wizard God, with cryptic symbols all over his enourmous curly horns and blank black eyes, standing upright and being pulled through a stormy ocean by tethered killer whales. Which looked like tadpoles, so he was also GIANT. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING, YOU GUYS. Oh man, I wanted to take a cell cam photo so bad, but my battery was dead! Maybe I’ll try again the next time I’m there; if some parent (or nun) doesn’t wig out, it will probably be hanging all summer.

Then after that I went to Lafayette. I went to S&P Oriental Grocery again — that name used to make me wince, then I remembered it’s not politically incorrect to refer to things as “Oriental”, just people. This time I found lychee jellies, wasabi furikake, and dashi soup stock. Which means I can make chawan mushi.

Then I went to Target for new sunglasses, where I also got a new pea soup green purse, because it was on clearance for $17.48, and pea soup green is a color sadly lacking in my wardrobe.

THEN I went to Rouses for bento stuff. They not only have tobiko, they have the kind DYED GREEN WITH WASABI WHAT. They also had the black squid ink tobiko, but I don’t care for that. Squid ink has a taste like white paper to me. It’s faint but unpleasant. I also got pickled baby carrots, because a true Japanese bento always has a pickle course. I’m going to make mini sushi rolls for my next one. It will be awesome.

The ‘rents are going to some party in Breaux Bridge later this afternoon. I was invited and probably would have gone, but it’s OUTSIDE. NO THANK YOU. So instead I’m going to settle down with a 6-pack of Honey Moon and watch On Demand every episode of this season of Leverage. I watched the season premiere this morning and realized how much I missed it when Eliot “the Hitter” paused in the middle of beating the shit out of a crooked prison guard, growled “Look at me”, then continued to beat the shit out him. Oh, Christian Kane. I’ve almost forgotten you played Lindsey “Evil Hand!” McDonald way back when on Angel.

bento: week of june 28, 2010

I hardly ever do picture bentos, I don’t know what got into me. This is some fried rice, with:

  • grass/stems of soybean sprouts (they’re both kind of the same color, unfortunately
  • flowers of Spam*
  • leaves of bell pepper
  • clouds of mamenori** (which you can hardly see, because this should really be in a bigger box)
  • a boiled quail egg** sun (I colored it with yellow food color, but it didn’t really take)
  • and another quail egg balloon.

Not pictured: A sidecar of watermelon balls and a packet of classic Pocky.

*I will punch you through the internet if you sneer at Spam. Hooray, you’d never eat it, you’re a fucking class act. Congratufuckinglations.

**I went to the Asian grocery store in Lafayette this weekend. I went there like, the second week I was here, but I just kind of glanced through it. The only favorites of mine they seem to be lacking are milk tea and green onion pancakes. Sniff!

But they have mamenori, quail eggs (although you can buy them from white people here, they’re usually PICKLED), Kewpie mayo (!!!), a lot of the sweets I enjoy (like the bite-size fruit gelatins), pretty much every condiment and noodle you’d need, and frozen spring rolls and BBQ pork buns and potstickers.

Oh, they also don’t have tobiko — just masago — but last weekend I discovered that Rouses, a store in Youngsville that carries some interesting items (I frequently find Mexican Coke there) has it! They have a little sushi stand, and they sell some ingredients for people to make their own, and they have little boxes of flying fish roe. Squee! I like masago, but it’s almost always seasoned, and I prefer the slightly smoky/salty taste of the plain eggs

Speaking of Kewpie mayo, when my brother saw the bottle in the fridge he kind of freaked out… he thought it was a bottle of breast milk. Hee!

In other food-related news, I bought this tea carafe (the one on the left) for work. I miss having my cuppa around 3:00.